[ Lucius does stop walking, and he does turn. As Eridanus wished, the comfortable smile is gone; in its place, the waxen mask of his face is drawn into an expression of utter exasperation. ]

Do you truly think that, Eridanus? [ The words are so flat that they nearly cease to be a question. ] Even now, when I've been more permissive of your defiance than I would any other man who calls me "Lord"? [ He scoffs out a sound that manages some amusement, and some wry humor makes its way back to his tone as he says, ] It's good that I don't have feelings for you to hurt. I'd be devastated, otherwise.

[ After Eridanus had been the one to recoil from his touch, after Lucius has already said he wants to return the blade that stands as the mark of fealty between them, after everything he has said about what a special place Eridanus holds within his world—but if he stands here and thinks about it, he truly will become irritated. He turns again, and steps forward. ]

Enough of this. [ The wane humor in his voice has already withered away to nothing once more. ] I did not cast you aside anymore than I cast aside my own life when I use Slaanesh's gift to take a ship or a stronghold from within. Or does every other moment that has passed between us mean nothing to you?